Thursday, December 31, 2015

THE IMMIGRANTS CRYOur forefathers came by oars and sailWith only hope to ensure they prevailedA land only known in tale and loreWhere a beacon stands besides the shoreWhose charge welcomes all who will dareLeave land, life, and journey thereGive me you tired, your poorYour huddled masses yearning to breathe freeThe wretched refuse of your teaming shoreSend these, the homeless, tempest tossed to meI lift my lamp beside the golden doorHer promise still lives todayEven though they come by other waysMay the sons of the fathers remember their pastAnd never forget the immigrant's cryFree at last, free at lastThank god almighty, free at last

I'm a minority your a majority I'm to smile and nod.
I'm a minority your a majority I'm to smile and nod.
But no way say my passions, no way says this bill
No way say my dreams, they won't die and never will.

In many little ways everyday, You tell me to know my place
This is how it is and always will be, how dare the sun shine on my face.
But no way say my passions, no way says this bill
No way say my dreams, they won't die and never will

Thursday, October 29, 2015

Oh under Trump
You'll keep on knockin' but you won't come in,
Oh under Trump
You'll keep on knockin' but you won't come in,
Oh under Trump you'll keep on knockin' but you won't come in,
Your not undocumented your just illegal.

Oh under Trump
You keep on knockin' but you won't come in,
Oh under Trump
You keep on knockin' but you won't come in,
Oh under Trump
You keep on knockin' but you won't come in,
Your not undocumented your just illegal.
Your not undocumented your just illegal.
Your not undocumented your just illegal.

*This song is a parody composed of immigration related comments commonly heard. I do not personally endorse these thoughts. When the ignorant and completely wrong bashing of anything remotely connected to Islam or Muslim culture began I was going to write another stanza to this song. But I am done even parodying such ignorance, xenophobia and stupidity.

Wednesday, October 07, 2015

As my dearly departed mother would say
There just a bunch of greedy sons of witches
Just a bunch of greedy sons of witches
That would let you drop from hunger at their feet
With a sandwich in their hand
They would let you drop in diabetic shock
Before they would help cover your insulin.

They care not about their fellow man
They would never offer to give you a hand
Unless they first had an iron clad contract
To ensure they got their fee
They would through their mom under a bus
If it meant they could make another buck.
There just a bunch of greedy sons of witches
As my dearly department mother would say.

In the morning, I go to my knees
And I talk to Jesus, and this is what I say
First I thank him, for what he did
And the fact that, I can now live
Then I thank him, for what he does
And his never, ending love
Then I ask him, to bless those in need
And that some day, all may believe
Then I ask him, if he would
To help me live as, I know I should
Then I thank him, for His time
And that all glory, be thine
Amen

This is really nice my dear as we set across from each other.
At our dining room table were you always prepare a feast.
But as we set in silence there's one thing we can't deny.

The Gravy's been gone for a long time
You can see the bottom of the glass boat shine
And frankly my dear I don't really mind.
Because our gravy's been gone for a long time.

You don't nag at me for coming home from work late.
And it's been a long time since for me you shaved your legs
And when you got back from shopping your buttons weren't right.
But as we set in silence there's one thing we can't deny.

The Gravy's been gone for a long time
You can see the bottom of the glass boat shineAnd frankly my dear I don't really mind.
Because our gravy's been gone for a long time.

The kids are all gone and the dog almost too.
And I think with this dinner were almost through
I miss when we use to at least argue.
But as we sit in silence there's one thing we can't deny

The Gravy's been gone for a long time
You can see the bottom of the glass boat shine
And frankly my dear I don't really mind.
Because our gravy's been gone for a long time.

As we sit in silence there's one thing we can't deny
Our Gravy's been gone for a long time
Our Gravy's been gone for a long time.